My Muirn Beatha Dan Chapter: Haunted
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Still can't find what keeps me here When all this time I've been so hollow inside, I know you're still there, Watching me, wanting me, I can feel you pull me down. ---Haunted by Evanescence

Mary K. slipped into Das Boot's passenger door and I hurried into my own side, setting my Diet Coke into the cup holder and starting the engine. We rode in silence toward Widow's Vale High School for a while until I couldn't stand it anymore.
"You're mad at me, aren't you, Mary K.?" I said taking a sip of my Diet Coke and setting it back down.
Mary K. turned in her sear to frown at me. "You hated Bakker from the beginning," she accused. "You just had to bring mom and dad into this, didn't you?" She pouted, and I exploded on her.
"Damn it, Mary Kathleen! Of course I brought mom and dad into this! You're fourteen, and Bakker is nearly seventeen, so why wouldn't I not trust him with my little sister?" It still tore at my insides to mention that she was my sister, when we both knew that we weren't blood sisters like we had originally thought. It made me think about my birth mom and dad, and how they were burned alive in a barn about seven months after I was born. It also reminded me that I was nearly burned alive two days ago. "And then I found him pinning you to your bed, practically raping you, and then you took him back! I thought twice was a little too much to keep quiet anymore."
A tear fell onto my sister's cheek. I was so angry with Bakker, her former boyfriend, that my knuckles were white on the steering wheel of my '76 Valiant, Das Boot, whose name meant "The Boat" in German.
"And then," I continued, "Hunter and I found Bakker trying it again in the backseat of his car. He made my little sister cry twice, and I just can't forget that, Mary K."
"But I'm sure you can," Mary K. Jsaid coolly just as I pulled up in front of the high school, "considering that I'm not your real sister, now am I?" I parked in my usual spot, then turned to stare at her, my face not bothering to hide the hurt that I felt.
"I'm so sorry, Morgan," she whispered, regretting what she had said. My adoption was a tender subject for both of us. "I don't know what got into me, saying that to you. I guess I was just upset about Bakker and mom and dad."
I pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad that Hunter was there to help me with you that night." Wait, where did that come from? Hunter was highly annoying and disturbing. So why was I glad that he was with me that night that he almost kissed me?
"That reminds me, what were you doing with Hunter that night?" Mary K. asked. "What happened to Cal?"
I flinched as if she'd struck me. I didn't want to talk about Cal and was tempted to tell Mary K. as much, but instead I sighed and said, "I broke up with him over the weekend."
That was true. I'd broken up with Cal in the cemetery over the weekend. And then he had gone totally hysterical and trapped me within his pool house, or his secret seomar, whichever you prefer, then set that on fire and nearly burned me alive, just like Maeve and Angus, my birth parents, had been burned. I was able to escape, though, with the help of my friends, Robbie and Bree. Oh yes, and Hunter and his cousin, Sky, had come, too, if you can call them friends, which I don't.
Luckily Mary K. could tell that I didn't want to talk about it from my tone of voice when I had answered her. She nodded at me, got out of the car, and was instantly engulfed by a circle of her friends. I sighed again.
I polished off the rest of my Diet Coke and tossed it into the recycling bag that I kept in Das Boot. Then I opened my door, stepping out into a biting winter wind, and then walked over to the curb where I had parked, and gasped.
Standing before me, leaning casually against a tree, was Cal Blaire, my boyfriend---ex-boyfriend, I corrected myself---and almost arsonist. I stood there, trying not to pass out or anything as stupid as that. Taking a deep breath, I tried to walk past him, but he reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him against my will.
"Morgan, we need to talk," he said, and all I wanted to do was run away, screaming. "I'm sorry about what happened, but I didn't want Selene to use you, like she planned on doing. She wanted you for your power, and I didn't want to let her have you. I was trying to save you."
How dare he try to kill me and then tell me that he was doing it for my own good? I wasn't going to fall for that one. Unlike Mary K., with me, once I had broken up with someone, that was it, no second chances. I just made this rule, since Cal was my first boyfriend, but still. He tried to kill me, and for that I would never take him back.
"Let go of me," I said coldly. I tried to pull my arm away from Cal's grasp, but he only held me tighter. I was beginning to get scared.
"We're soul mates, Morgan," he said. "Muirn beatha dans. Don't you remember? I told you that I thought we were life partners, and you agreed with me, Morgan. We need to stay together to make it work. Don't you remember?"
"Cal, you tried to kill me," I reminded him coldly. "Do you remember that? I can't be with you now, or ever. You have no idea what you've put me through these past few weeks, and this is just the final straw, now let me go!"
He bent to kiss me, and with all my might, I shoved him. He stumbled, but recovered quickly, and began muttering a binding spell. I slapped him across the face as hard as I could and he stopped in mid-spell.
"Stay away from me, Cal," I whispered. "Don't ever touch me, call me or even talk to me. We're not soul mates, because if you really loved me, you wouldn't have tried to kill me. Don't talk to Mary K. either. All you do is cause pain, and I can't handle that anymore."
In spite of myself, I started crying, and I ran inside the building the bell rang for school to start.